Day Thirty Nine: Secret Lives

Lying in bed with my laptop, a cookie and some milk. I would say more but I have powdered sugar on my fingers and my keyboard is getting dusty.

 (A midnight snack that required a trip to Albertsons, some serious soul searching and a sad lament. But I did have an exchange there with the clerk who appeared to be the only other occupant of the store. Apparently before bagging my bananas and going gray in a bad economy, she was an appraiser. The boundary lines around here are not always convenient. For an appraiser.)

February 8: Sharpie on heavy paper, 9"x12"

 Yes, hazy stars in a convulsive landscape.

"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be."
– Kurt Vonnegut